Ying Zheng's words fell into Chen Ke's ears with solemnity and a hint of ridicule.

Chen Ke was flustered at this time, but he knew that the more flustered he was, the less likely there would be any problems.

He raised his head and lowered his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, whether it is Confucianism, Mohism, or Legalism, it must be for your Majesty and for the use of the Qin Dynasty."

"Only those who are used by Great Qin can be important to His Majesty."

"Don't reuse a certain school because of someone."

Chen Ke's voice was calm and without any emotion: "As soon as Chen Ke enters the court and enters Da Qin, he becomes a Da Qin person and his Majesty's person."

"What school of thought do you belong to?"

He raised his head, his voice was firm, and his eyes met Ying Zheng's.

The two calm people looked at each other calmly, and could even feel each other's heartbeat and breathing.

Everything was quiet at this time.

"As for "paper", "inscriptions" and other objects, they are "immortals entrusting them with dreams", and they can only be "immortals entrusting them with dreams", right?"

"His Majesty."

After listening to Chen Ke's calm words, Ying Zheng suddenly backed away and then laughed out loud.

"Hahahahahaha, what you said makes sense."

"As long as you join Da Qin, you will be my minister of Da Qin, regardless of the so-called school of thought."

"It's better for you, Chen Ke, to think openly."

Ying Zheng leaned against the wall behind him casually. At this time, he was sitting or not, and he did not look like a majestic emperor at all.

Instead, he looks like an ordinary person.

However, no matter how decadent Ying Zheng is, Xianyu can still feel that he is unusual.

It's like, if a person who has been in a high position for a long time shows himself to be approachable, you will feel that this is "approachable".

Chen Ke felt relieved.

At the moment when Ying Zheng revealed his identity, all the memories of "Chen Ke" came back.

And he also knew his identity and why he was able to become one of the Nine Qings at the age of twenty-three.

Mohist disciple?

I don't know if this identity is good or bad.

But as long as the emperor doesn't mind, other people's thoughts have no reference value to Chen Ke.

Looking at Chen Ke who lowered his head and said nothing, Ying Zheng rubbed his neck.

"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore."

"When are you going to take out this withered version?"

Chen Ke pondered slightly: "Your Majesty, I think this should be brought out during the literary contest."

"After the literary competition, when His Majesty announces the winner as the "leader" or "number one" talent, he will take out this object."

"Then we announced the printing of books."

"At that time, the influence will be greater, and those people will also regard the appearance of this object as a reward."

Chen Ke smiled, but there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

"In this way, part of his true role will be hidden."

real effect?

Ying Zheng also smiled dumbly, Chen Ke was right.

If this thing is announced at that time, some people may think that this thing is for printing things for the top picks.

They don’t consider that this is an artifact that makes civilians eligible to study!

"You're right."

Ying Zheng pondered for a moment: "Then tomorrow's meeting will bring out this thing."

He pressed his forehead, a slightly tired look appeared on his face.

"In recent days, the Doctor's Palace has been a lot quieter, but now there are people coming and going in Xianyang City, so we need to pay more attention."

"I'm afraid there are many remnants of the Six Nations hidden among them."

The remnants of the Six Kingdoms that Ying Zheng spoke of were not people from the Six Kingdoms, but those nobles of the Six Kingdoms who "tried to rebel."

In his eyes, only these people were the survivors of the Six Kingdoms, not the people of the Qin Dynasty.

Chen Ke nodded slightly: "I will explain this matter at the court meeting tomorrow."

"However, His Majesty's Iron Eagle Guards, General Meng and others are here, so they should not interfere."

"well"

Ying Zheng sighed after hearing this and stood up with a tired look on his face.

He put his hands behind his hands and looked at the distant sky.

"But Chen Ke, Li Sidu wrote "Laws" under your guidance, aren't you going to write something?"

Chen Ke followed behind Ying Zheng and looked at the rising sun in front of him, feeling that everything was changing.

"Your Majesty, I am stupid and not a representative of Legalism like Prime Minister Li."

"I have little life experience, so even if I write with my head down, what I write will probably make people laugh."

Ying Zheng curled his lips.

After the essay selection competition, there will be one anthology of essays from various schools, one for Li Si's Law, and one for many other books.

But these books cannot represent Da Qin.

Li Si wrote that the identity of the legal scholar was not the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty, but a representative of the Legalists.

The anthology represents the brilliance of the thousands of schools in the Qin Dynasty, rather than the Qin Dynasty itself.

He looked at Chen Ke, and an idea suddenly crossed his mind.

Based on past experience, this guy is the type that moves once he pokes it.

If I put enough pressure on Chen Ke, can Chen Ke write a book that represents the Qin Dynasty and symbolizes the imperial court?

Thinking like this, Ying Zheng's expression quickly changed and turned dark.

"I am not negotiating with you, but giving orders!"

Ying Zheng looked at Chen Ke in front of him, and his aura suddenly became awe-inspiring.

It's like changing from spring to winter!

The panicked cold wind blew out Chen Ke's cold sweat.

He stood there with his head lowered and helplessness on his face.

This tame...is the feudal era.

"Ahem, what I mean is that I am stupid. If what I write is terrible, wouldn't I lose His Majesty's person?"

Ying Zheng glanced at Chen Ke silently: "I don't care."

"I just want the final product."

"If I can't write it..."

Ying Zheng couldn't think of any punishment for the moment, so he looked at Chen Ke silently and said meaningfully.

"If you can't write it down, you will know the consequences yourself."

After saying that, he waved his hands and left.

Chen Ke was left standing there alone, facing the messy wind.

Why does Brother Zheng think so often?

At this time, a figure hurriedly walked in the distance, it was Fusu.

Fusu looked at Chen Ke's figure with curiosity on his face.

At this time, Chen Ke seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, as if it was raining above his head, and there was a gray aura surrounding him.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Ke raised his head and said, "His Majesty had a sudden idea and asked me to write a book."

“Where would I write this?”

"Doesn't this make me look embarrassed?"

He sighed and walked back, thinking.
To be continued...